I was pondering why I am not more moved by the plight of public workers getting laid off. Especially given the fact that I have friends and family having a hard time finding a job. A couple of days later I saw this photo accompanying one of the numerous news articles on the topic. I saw that lady's sign and then it came to me, the ice pick in the forehead.
When have I ever walked out of a government office and felt good about the visit. Have I ever thought 'Wow. They're really working hard for me.' Or, even 'Wow, they're really working for me.'
No. It's always 'Wow. I thought they worked for me.' And I could think of numerous instances of that happening. How many times have you seen the only other window open, suddenly close when you're only 10 people back in line, and watch the worker saunter back to laugh and chat with a co-worker. 'Hello? I can see you're not doing jack shit. How about helping out front?' How many times have you felt like you're nothing but a nuisance to the person "helping" you?
So, I ask. Do you have any examples of dealings with someone who works for the man, leaving you with the feeling that you were the person who signs their paychecks?
I'm all for firemen, policemen, park rangers, and the like. I guess I'm just talking about the bureaucrats.
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In traffic we always did our best for the citizens. The answer wasn't always what they wanted to hear, but we honest to god did everything we could to address their complaints.
That isn't really the guy standing behind the teller window, I know. Try to keep in mind that they may not have a lot of choice about what they're doing - the boss may have said to take their mandatory break that their union demanded in the latest collective bargaining agreement.
And here comes the ice pick in the forehead!
Oh, but yeah. Teresa and I work for you. It was the best jobs that we could easily get, and lots comfy-er than the private sector.
I can tell you that you couldn't keep these jobs filled reliably for much less than what we get.
OT:
I'm wondering if Nashville pussy is actually all that sweet.
Has anyone ever eaten any Nashville pussy?
Cuz, I have. But it was pre-Nashville at the time. So I'm still wondering.
I almost did. I was at a bar one night talking with this girl, when she asked "How would you like something that tastes better than that beer you're drinking." And I said, "Well, what do you have?" And she said, "Nashville pussy." So I said, "Yeah, I wouldn't mind some Nashville pussy. And she said, "Uh, I'll need about tree-fitty. I said, "Dammit woman! I aint giving you no tree-fitty. Anyone who wants me to pay tree-fitty for a piece of Nashville pussy can turn around and get the fuck out of here!"
I don't know but I been told, Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.
Three fiddy for Nashville pussy is a goddamned outrageous proposition.
Just give me the kind of red-blooded American girl who'll do anything... anything for fifty bucks.
Sadly, I'm not surprised there were no examples. Reasons? Yes. Intentions? Understood. Satisfaction? Missing.
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